* Sometimes it is nice to have brothers. They haul, they climb, they carry, they lift (some even cook and plumb and elect). Even though you have to keep your tongue and perhaps be extra nice, I am lucky to have them.
And sometimes we even break bread after wards and enjoy each others company. Nice to have family.
Brother - is that going to be a stench when I find it. I packed a couple bags this afternoon with my contributions to a social tea....cheese and crackers, cookies.....and tried to find plates and platters that would look nice. I wound up lugging two big bags - ice packs, a knife, a platter that was huge, crackers for an army. I hate to attend an event and bring too little. But too much is a big waste of money.
anyway, the point of the story is I packed up and somewhere along the line I remembered I had goat cheese - only I didn't. So watch out hostess, watch out car. One day I'll find it. Yuck!
